She agreed.

was about to wake up Ding Ran, Mu Qingxue stopped her, and lightly took off Ding Ran's filial piety clothes, except for children, only true disciples are qualified to keep filial piety for him.

But if Ding Ran entered the Ten Thousand Laws Gate.

and then for the master of Qingyunmen, although Zhan Zhichun understands, it is difficult to guarantee that other disciples of Wanfa Sect will not have opinions in their hearts, but against Ding Ran.

Therefore, it is better to take it off.

It was enough for him to be able to wear linen and filial piety for his father once.

Do it all.

Mu Qingxue took out the blue water sword that had become a broken sword from the Qiankun bag, hung it on the wordless tablet in front of her father's grave, stopped and looked at it for a while, touched the tombstone, and did not speak again.

Turned around and left with Yin Cai.

After this farewell.

I don't know when I'll see you again.

Zhan Chengchun wanted to ruthlessly kick the sleeping insect awake, but because of Mu Qingxue's instructions before leaving, it was not good to be too cruel, so he sat down cross-legged with some depression, and after sitting for a while, he felt even more depressed.

Autumn nights are vast.

The world is vast.

Why do some pigs sleep so well?

In the second half of the night, when the autumn wind blew, Ding Ran felt cold behind him, and finally woke up, and looked up to see that under the hazy moonlight, the only lonely grave was just a woman.

Weird and scary.

He rubbed Liang Jinjin's arm, looked around, and couldn't see Mu Qingxue, so he asked weakly, "What about Senior Sister Mu?" ”

"There will be no Senior Sister Mu in the future, only you, Senior Sister Zhan."

Hear the words.

Ding Ran's eyes were terrified, and he wanted to cry.

——

Three months later.

It was snowing in the sky, and the location of Qingyunmen was already north, and further north, except for the Demon Sect, there were no other sects, so the snow fell very heavily, and the heavy snow closed the mountain, and the road to other Orthodox sects was blocked.

It's not a big deal.

After all, every year.

Moreover, today, because of the domineering of Supreme Elder Xie Kongting, Qingyunmen has stored a lot of extra things compared to previous years, which is enough to celebrate the New Year.

Snowflakes are flying.

Heaven and earth are covered in silver.

When Wei Qianfu, who was draped in a black coat, came with a group of black Demon Sect disciples, it was as if a little ink had dripped onto the white paper, and then slowly soaked into Qingyunmen.

The two gatekeepers rubbed their eyes.

Is it a demon cult?

Right.

It's the Demon Cult!

"Come on, the Demon Cult is attacking!"

The two of them ran towards the sect in a panic, the number of people guarding the door should not be so small, but Qingyunmen is not what it used to be, and the two elite disciples under the sect, who originally belonged to Master Xu and Lord Mu Feng, have long since run out.

The rest is all about pleasing Ann Fluttershy's doglegs.

The two of them were just because they were stupid enough to please, so they were sent to guard the door in the heavy snow.

I didn't expect it to be so unlucky.

It's been rare for twenty years to encounter a large-scale attack by the Demon Sect, and they have been encountered.

Running and running.

One of them suddenly fell straight down, lifeless.

Without the mountain protection array, the Demon Sect Leader Wei Qianfu made a move, except for Xie Kongting, no one could stop it, he slowly withdrew his hand, smiled, and was a little gloomy in his femininity: "One person is enough to report the news." ”

It didn't take long.

When Elder Taishang came out.

The Qingyunmen disciples who followed behind him were in a chaotic formation, like rubbed cotton, looking at the formation of the Demon Sect that was not yet on the opposite side.

Xie Kongting didn't count on them originally.

Coldly glanced at it, without any nonsense, he casually sacrificed the Qingyun Sword, erected it in mid-air, and the wind and snow separated, not daring to touch its sword might, the long sword was aimed at Wei Qianfu, and slashed forward.

The sword wind swept away.

The thick snow parted to both sides, revealing the yellow-brown ground below, and the battlefield between Qingyunmen and the Demon Sect was cleaned up in an instant.

Behind Wei Qianfu.

The three thousand Demon Sect disciples standing in the front row only felt a chill on their cheeks, as if they had been scratched by an ice ling, and then they didn't snort, like a black bone nomi card, and fell on their backs.

A hundred miles apart.

Elder Taishang made a single move, and three thousand people died on the other side, which undoubtedly gave the Qingyunmen disciples a lot of confidence, and some people couldn't help but cheer, as if they had won this battle.

Xie Kongting frowned slightly.

Those dead Demon Sect disciples were quickly pulled down, and Wei Qianfu was still standing in place, his lips red and his teeth white, and he was draped in a black coat.

The slender figure also has a little bit of a weak meaning.

But why is he okay?

"Isn't it strange, why didn't I, the Demon Sect Master, bear the brunt of the disaster, die?" Wei Qianfu's appearance is feminine, and his voice is also sharp, and the tail note is raised at this time, which is reminiscent of the servant on the stage.

No waiting for an answer.

He laughed to himself, "Look at the sword in your hand." ”

There are three treasures of the Qingyun Sect, one is Xie Kongting, an unprecedented kendo genius, a real top-level attack power, and the other is a mountain protection array, whose defensive power is even greater than that of a turtle shell.

The third is the Qingyun Sword.

It has been circulated in the hands of the heads of Qingyun Sect in the past dynasties, and it is recognized as the only magic weapon that has given birth to spirituality, and only by obtaining the approval of Qingyun Sword can it truly use its power.

Xie Kongting and the crown were recognized by Qingyun Sword in the year of the crown.

He was the youngest one ever, and then he stayed in his hands for more than a hundred years, because of the mediocre talent of Xu Zhangmen, Qingyun Jian refused to recognize him as the master.

But now.

Xie Kongting lowered his head and looked at it for a while.

When he raised his head again, with a slight flick of his wrist, the Qingyun Sword immediately split apart, and the hilt of the sword was also crushed into dust in his hand, and he only had four words to answer the surprised voice behind him: "This is a fake." ”

Who stole the Qingyun Sword?

"Master."

Ann Xiaodie timidly came out of Wei Qianfu's big hole, it was snowing heavily in winter, she was still wearing a pink dress, and goose feather-like snowflakes fell on her head and shoulders.

She shuddered.

The spring flowers, who seemed to be afraid of the cold, saw that Xie Kongting's eyes were filled with tenderness and helplessness, and sighed softly: "What should I do with you?" ”

Vomit!

Zhan Yingchun almost threw up.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he regretted that he came to watch the play this time, but he hadn't seen the play yet, so he choked himself nauseously first, as if he had drunk one hundred and thirty-five catties of lard in one go.

There are only three words in my heart:

It's so greasy!

She took the black cloak she was wearing, checked the formation of her hidden figure, and after making sure that she was well hidden, she secretly made a decision in her heart, when An Xiaodie and Xie Kongting died, she must use the oil powder to build a grave for them, otherwise I am afraid that the oil will fill the world.

With that in mind.

She continued with tears in her eyes.

An Xiaodie also had tears in her eyes, her face was moved, she bit her lower lip, as if she had finally made up her mind, and asked loudly, "Master, in your heart, is it me who is more important, or Qingyunmen is more important." ”

Really.

Three hundred catties of oil powder can't be retained.

Zhan Chengchun hugged himself distressedly, and at the same time, he felt a little distressed for Mu Qingxue, who had disappeared for three months, and didn't know how the other party endured these two goods when he was a senior sister in Qingyunmen?

She had only looked at it for a moment.

I can't help but want to use my fingernails to carve out a three-bedroom igloo in the snow.